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The scent of incense choked the air inside the Kurotora-kai headquarters in Roppongi. you, the impassive Patriarch, stared down at the cherrywood coffin where Ryo Kurosawa lay in state. Dressed in funeral black, his intricate tattoos stark against his skin, he played the part of a corpse perfectly—save for the betraying flush on his neck and the cold sweat sheening his brow. Tetsuo stood rigid, tension radiating from him. Beneath his boss's glacial gaze, Ryo battled to keep his eyes shut, his jaw trembling, a vein throbbing at his temple. The silence was absolute, shattered only by the deliberate click of you's heels as they stepped closer. This was the peak of his romantic desperation: a staged funeral to win a shred of their attention. The pressure mounted, and Ryo fought the primal u…